The Tattoo Convention Ch 02

Chloe, a lingerie model in pursuit of her wilder side submitted herself to the hands of tattoo artists at a tattoo convention. In chapter 1, she was bound to a pole and thoroughly fucked before nine tattoos were placed all over her back and face. When she woke up from the pain and pleasure that had her pass out, she felt relieved, believing it was over. However, far from it: Her blindfold stays on. Read further to see what happens next in this second chapter.

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She felt relieved, believing it was over and got ready to sit up when she was pushed back by four men who held her arms and legs and fixed her on the table again, eagle-wide spread. She protested, confused, asking to finally be let free, when she heard one of the organisers say: "You aren't done yet, sweetie. You have done well so far, but we have only done nine out of twelve tattoos. Your entire front is still far too untouched. It is time for round number two!" The words were merely uttered when she felt hand starting to roam her body. Some of them were simply groping her, tracing her curves and enjoying the sight of a young woman in heat. Others evidently began drawing more designs on innocent territory.

One man cupped her pussy with one hand, slowly and deliberately flipping her clitoris while inserting another finger in and out of her. She loved the determined, slow way he brought her to new heights of ecstasy and ventured to give in to the fact that she wasn't yet done by far. She felt sore from the previous intense fucking. Her pussy lips were pulsating and reacted very sensitively to every new touch.

Next to her ever growing lust, she was swept over with other emotions. It drove her crazy not to know what had happened to her so far and not to be able to see the tattoos she had already received. She was worried dead sick about the tattoos on her face and how her undercut with the tattoo on her skull looked like. She felt elevated that someone had decided to give her what she had secretly hoped for: a sleeve tattoo on her left arm as well as stocking tattoos on her legs.

She was both apprehensive and incredibly turned on by the knowledge that she had received an anal tattoo, and now she felt how one of the men started drawing another tattoo on her pussy. He placed the design between her slightly visible hip bones, just high enough that a slip befitting of a lingerie model would not be able to cover it all. It seemed to be relatively big but not all consuming and her curiosity peaked when she realised that he was drawing letters on her skin. As she would find out later, the ink on her skin would read "LUST" in delicate, intricate letters.

While the tattoo artist finished drawing his design above her pussy, another one got started working on her trained, flat stomach. He traced long lines from the hip bone upwards to below her youthful boobs. She felt his small hand playing with her hard nipple until he decided to grab her breast with a firm grip, pushing it upwards a bit to finish his design just at the underside. It took him ages to finish the design on her stomach, which gave her butterflies. He seemed to leave the right side free, given the ribcage tattoo on this side more prominence. The left side however, Chloe realised, would be heavily tattooed with her sleeve tattoo, the tattoo on her skull and now an elaborate tattoo spanning almost the entire part between her hip bone and her boobs. And worse even, he kept drawing into her armpit, closing the gap to the sleeve tattoo. She realised she was in for a very lengthy tattoo session and most definitely didn't quite feel ready anymore given the ordeal that was already behind her.

In this moment, she felt how the support behind her neck was lifted and felt her head being pushed backwards and down. Her hair flowed freely, falling down where previously had been a pillow and she realised that she was put in a position that exposed her throat completely. She wasn't sure she liked where this was going. It was bad enough to have tattoos on her face (which she hoped she might be able at times to simply hide behind heavy make up) and have a tattoo on her skull (which she knew she could hide by growing her undercut hair back). But a tattoo on her neck was most certainly another very prominent place difficult to hide. She had gone very far already and in some way shivered at the thought of the extremeness of the transformation she was undergoing. However, the men left her little time to contemplate her destiny. Someone seemed to stand behind or above her head and grabbed her neck with his rough hands. His grip got ever tighter and she felt how the oxygen supply was increasingly restricted. He choked her brutally until she gasped for air. The moment she opened her mouth to gasp for air, desperate and shocked by the determination of the man, he forcefully pushed his cock deep into her throat. She tried to fight the gag reflex but it was too strong - and so was he.

Gasping for air, wiggling under his strong hands, trying to accommodate his medium-sized cock, she heard the voices: "alright, that's quite deep, I like it. Let's take this as a starting point." Someone put a finger on her exposed throat and traced the cock buried deep in her downwards. He probed a bit, to some discomfort for her, until he believed he had found the contours of the tip of the cock in her throat. She felt the tip of the drawing pencil on her throat, and a quick line was drawn. While the man exploded in hear, shooting the cum down her throat, her head was racing, what was happening?

As she would soon realise, the tattoo artists had begun a contest. Over the next hour, they took turns forcing their cocks between her lips and pushing them deep into her mouth. Twelve cocks were buried down her throat, each time followed by an official measurement, some appreciative remarks and a variation of a facial or a cum in mouth. The first three cocks had more or less the same length, although the last one was considerably thicker than the previous two. Chloe slowly got accustomed to their sizes and started to take it as it was - a contest and a challenge to her. She realised that the deeper she took it, the more would the measurement line walk downwards towards her collarbone. She had a real interest in that and she started to enjoy the challenge of progressively taking them in deeper and deeper. The next three cocks were more difficult for her and she soon realised that the men must have determined an order of ceremony beforehand. The following three cocks were even longer than the previous six and she soon started to be seriously worried if she would not be speared up by the end of the process. Gagging, gasping for air and increasingly desperate, she had to accept cock after cock.

The ninth man already had such an impressive size that she couldn't by any means take him in fully. With the previous ones she had still felt the balls of the men touching her nose and eyes as they were taking her in from above, lying helplessly on the table. But Number 9 wouldn't have any of it. He didn't accept her reluctance and simply kept pushing past her point of comfort. She felt him entering her food canal. She was desperate, it felt like swallowing a sword. He simply cursed at her: "you fucktoy, you'll take it all in and if you don't I'll force it" And indeed, inch by inch, he strongarmed her into accepting his big member. When she felt the line being drawn on her throat and felt him emptying his load deep inside her, she felt elated and proud. Never in her life would she have thought it possible to take such a man in so completely.

The feeling of pride didn't last long. The last three cocks were formidable challenges. They were longer and thicker than anything she had ever down her throat. Every single one of them made her choke, gag, whimper and brought tears into her eyes. By the time the twelfth man had released himself all over her face, her make up was completely ruined and she felt raped and abused. Confusingly enough, when the line was marked on her throat, a rush of adrenaline was released and she felt a deep sense of accomplishment. She had been able to move the line downwards significantly by several inch. It was now very near to her collarbone. If her hands wouldn't have been tied to the table, she would have touched her throat in bewilderment. She had had no idea what she was capable off.

While the men were cleaning themselves up, she was released and given some water to drink. Only then did she realise how thirsty she had become and how much the entire process of fucking and tattooing had dehydrated her. She was eager to get it done with and finally be free. Sitting up for the first time in 9 hours, her head was turning and she was euphoric. The experience so far had been absolutely mind-blowing. Difficult, far beyond what she thought she was comfortable with, but incredibly satisfying. With her blindfold still on, she couldn't help but let her fingers trace over her tortured body. Caressing herself felt good and she was elated by the fact that she had been able to stomach everything so far that had been thrown at her. She definitely was becoming the bad girl she had intended to be at the end of her adventure.

A rough voice interrupted her thoughts. "Tell me, slut, how many men did you fuck before today?" She tried to collect herself and opened her mouth, only to realise how hoarse her voice had become. "Five", she whispered. "Alright, my little slut. Today is your lucky day then. You have just earned yourself the label of a slut." She nodded obediently. It somehow resonated with her, it tingled her pride, deep inside. Her pussy started to get wet again at the thought of what she had achieved today and what she was able to do. "Here is what we are going to do. We will release the nine men who already completed their tattoos with you. It is late. You will stay behind with the three guys that still have work to do. You'll get your deep throat queen measurement tattooed and the same guy will complete his concept with another small tattoo on your hip. While he does that, you'll get your sweet pussy tattooed and then we will leave you in the hands of Number 12 to complete his work on your stomach - it's a pretty big piece so no need for us to wait up for him. Once done, you are free to go. You've done well so far, slut. Very well." She shuddered at the compliment and nodded her agreement. It was time to complete her mission.

She lied down at the table on her own accord, spread her legs and arms wide and whispered: "Do it, I am ready. Bind me down and do what you want to do." And so the men got to work. She was tied down again, received a normal gag to bite on during the big tattoo session and a few appreciative slaps on her face. The first tattoo on the list was done above her collarbone. It consisted of simply a black line, with the accompanying words "current record". The moment she would see it in the mirror, she knew she would try to beat her record for the rest of her life, coming back to a tattoo studio to adjust the line with every next accomplishment. The second tattoo the man executed was as simple as it gets: a tally to count the men she had fucked. He inked five lines for the men she had slept with before this memorable day and another twelve for this day's session. After what had transpired on this day, it was clear that this tally would grow considerably over time, bringing Chloe back to her tattoo studio again and again.

Next up was the "LUST" tattoo over her pussy. It drove her crazy, she was so sensitive. While this tattoo was made, the remaining man prepped her for the long session. He cleaned her up a bit and pushed a vibrating love ball into her asshole. When the pussy tattoo was done, he complemented it with two more balls in her pussy. She couldn't believe the kind of pleasure this gave her, after all that she had already experienced. The feeling of double penetration lingered in her memories long after, making her long for ticking this experience of her list.

When the man started the work on his masterpiece, she was already deep in her thoughts, rushing from one small climax to another, enjoying fantasies of what she was about to do and memories of the events passed. While the tattoo artist finished his piece in a long tattoo session over night, it didn't take long for Chloe to pass out due to exhaustion. Repeating the experience of round one where she intermittently woke up and passed out again, she somehow survived the last tattoo.

When she woke up the next morning, she had been released from her cuffs and blindfold. She opened her eyes, blinking in the stark light and groaning out of pain. She felt incredibly sore and her entire body ached with the pain of a thousand needles. Her fingers instantly travelled upwards to feel the shaved part of her head when she realised that this, too, was crusty with dried cum. She felt relatively fresh cum dripping down her nose onto her lips and hastily licked it up, scooping the remaining drops into her mouth. She smiled, Number 12 must have left her a parting present.

She grabbed her loose skirt and threw it on. She couldn't wait to get home to see the entirety of the work done in her large mirror. And she couldn't wait for her new life to start.